Asghar Abbas's Blog - Posts Tagged "z"

You are hardly Laurent Clerc, I get it. But listen, even though obviously you can't hear me. You had stolen my sun, so of course I was pissed off about it. But it is no longer about that. It has more to do with the inside than what's on the outside. But yeah, in the midst of all those decaying bones and skulls, let's do stuff to you. Like your name this moon comes and goes, when you asked me earlier, who do I love? I'll tell you now. No one and nowhere loves me back. You do love words but not the ones I write. You are here in front of me. But when I say your name, you disappear.